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Not further up the coast, he spied out the coywolf and his scraggily form just in time to see him acknowledge his approach and cover his quarry. Roach was hailed far sooner than he would have anticipated and if there had been any doubt of who the fellow was, it went out the window as soon as he opened his mouth to speak. It was that same accent, albeit it far more nasally than he had heard from Ferahgo. He was about to respond when Blurryface's snap motion to something else hadn't drawn his attention away.

He spotted them, yet another dark mass belonging to a wolf with a peculiar folding of their ear. It was a memorable thing about them and in a moment of worry, he certainly hoped it would not be the last thing he would recall. His steps came to a slow halt nearer to his fellow coywolf, though admittedly it did not make him feel any better about their company. Ferahgo hadn't been mistaken about his swab's heritage — Roach was distinctly the larger one here. But the space between them was decent and for the time being, he surveyed them with his own head raised high, wondering what events would transpire by the approach of his smaller counterpart.